Russell G. Robison


No I do not understand
This world in which I live
A place that is so quick to hate
Too cold to learn forgive

How quick we are to close our fist
How slow we are to love
He sees us still embrace the pain
Preferring push and shove

A history that marks the road
Of what we’ll never know
For the way is marked quite clearly
But down that path we’ll never go